THE POSSESSIVE EX

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Greyson Bradshaw

POV

I could not believe I saw her again. The woman I have loved my entire life.

I walk into my apartment after our encounter. I walk into my ensuite with a smile on my face. She was giving me another chance; she was giving another chance to prove my love for her. I did love Kylie. Ky was my everything we dated back in high school, we were happy the one day and the next I heard she changed schools. I never heard from her again.

I showered and got dressed.

Mirabelle my daughter should be here soon, she was four years old. I stayed in a penthouse apartment away from her mother. Carryn had drugged me almost five years ago and from that night my daughter was born. My parents found out she was pregnant and forced me to marry her. I could not believe they would do that to me at first and then I realized Kylie was never coming back to me. Until today I did not even know she was in the country.

The doorbell rings and I walk into the living room. The apartment was bare only the bare minimum was in this place. I never bother putting pictures up not even of my daughter.

I loved Mira I really did, but I could not stand her mother, until today I did not even know she was the reason Kylie broke up with me. believe me when I say I want nothing more than to kill her. She wants to play the perfect wife and mother when my daughter sees me more than her f*****g stay at home mother. I see Mira every weekend. She loves staying here.

I open the door and the little girl runs to me. she hugs my leg.

“Daddy I missed you” she says

I pick her up and hugged her. The funny thing is Mira looked nothing like her mother. She looked more like me each passing day. I think the bloody heavens every day.

“You wouldn’t have to miss your father if he stayed at him with his family” Carryn says

I look up at her mother glaring at her.

“I love you sweetheart” I say softly in my daughter’s ear.

Carryn would always put things in our daughter’s head, like I should stay with them, or I should live in the same bed as her mother. she was evil and vindictive. One time she threw burning hot oil on a house cleaner in the house because she thought I was sleeping with poor woman. That was my last straw. I moved in here the next day.

“You can leave now” I hiss at Carryn

She attempts to enter when I slam the door in her face.

“So, what does Mira want to do now?” I ask her to smile at my little girl.

She shrugs.

I make my way over to the sofa and we sit and watch her Disney movies while she eats popcorn.

I do not eat snacks or anything unhealthy. I love keeping fit and healthy. I compete in a local triathlon, it is run by my charity, it is a small charity, run under my daughter’s name. It feeds the homeless and builds houses for them. I am enormously proud of my charity, and I don’t have it under my name because I don’t want people to know it’s my charity. Being a successful businessman, means people would donate to the charity to do business with me and I don’t want people to donate as a tax right off.

My daughter was out cold after the sixth movie. I lay her to bed. Her room over here, is not decorated, it is a normal double bed, with a dresser. It has grey bedding and paints white walls. I have lived here for at least three years and not once have I changed anything in the apartment. Not even for my own daughter.

I kissed my daughter on cheek. I tried really hard not to let what her mother did affect the way I loved my daughter. Honestly, I loved Mira with everything in me. I felt as though if she were Kylie and I’s daughter, I would have loved her so much more. I tried getting those thoughts out of my head but sometimes I would think that. I do love Mira, I just could not stand her mother, I hated that I would have her in my life until Mira graduated high school. I would see her at Mira’s wedding, her graduation and whatever else we would celebrate. I have never hated anyone more than I did Carryn. I tried divorcing her, but she would not let me, she rejected all twenty of my divorce papers I have sent her. Now that Kylie was back in my life, I was going to file the papers again.

I walked out of the room. I had my phone in my hand and I called Kylie.

“Hello?” she answers she sounded groggy. As though she was sleeping.

“Hey.” I speak

“Grey?” She asks shocked to hear my voice

“Yes. I missed you” I say

“You saw me a few hours ago” she deadpans

“It was seven hours, forty minutes and thirty-three seconds” I state

“Grey” she sighs

“Kylie when can I see you again? Please I need to see you again” I beg

“Grey, I don’t know” she wavers. But I know she is going to agree with me she always does.

“Come on Ky. We both adults now. I want to spend time with you. We can get to know each other better” I say

“Fine…” she sighs heavily

“When are you free?” I ask her

“I’m on a plane to Paris right now. I’ll be back for my brother’s wedding I’ll see you in a couple of days” she says

“That’s so long away” I whine

“God you’re worse than a four-year-old” she complains.

I throw my head back laughing

“You know I’m only this way with you my love” I say

“You’re almost thirty you need to calm the hell down.” She speaks

“Kylie, are we going or not?” I hear in the background.

It was a male voice. was she travelling with a man? The man that was with her in that coffee shop? I ask myself

“Look Grey I have to go; I’ll call you when I land” she says before hanging up.